The Breath of Brahma was what Job was volitionally inhaling till it healed his mind of grieving and his bones of soreness. Inspiration, or inbreathing of the air-encompassed Ghost, or heavenly Breath, is sure healing of the mind of man; sure transforming of his thinkings; sure healing of his body throughout all its flesh and bones; sure healing of his affairs also; but who is found indrawing winds his nostrils take no note of, gazing towards a hither-wafting white breath his outer eyes see not? But truly, such only are those revivingly healthy among us who have learned that the healing breath never faileth, changeth never, abideth forever in miracle- working competence exactly as Job reported: "The breath of the Almighty giveth me life."

Why, 0 mankind, so decrepit, having power to partake of mystical renewal by quickening inspiration? "Ye shall receive power after that the Holy Ghost is come upon you" -- quickening inspiration that waketh the hidden God-Seed; inspiration that cureth the mind of thinking; inspiration that draweth hitherward that Mind which no man as yet knoweth, the instantaneously working Ain Soph above thinking and above being: forgiving the mind of the world; hurrying along the promised speech that distills new health like morning dews.
With the sounding of the first angel, writes John the Revelator, there followed hail and fire, mingled with blood. The first angel is the first call to LOOK UP.

Obeying the call, the resistless rule of the skies with soft alkahests dissolves opposition. The strenuousness of the laborer and the anarchist lets go. The strain of human existence is hailed upon with blessings from above. A new fervour glows in the speech. The heart of man fires up with knowledge of a right, outshining